Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

if you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?

if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

Many African leaders refuse to send their troops on peace keeping missions abroad because they probably need their armies to intimidate their own populations.

We have to have a strong law enforcement in America. So we do not go abroad in the search of war, we really are searching for peace, but it is peace through strength.

A story begins and it always passes from the subjunctive to the declarative. And Italians don't seem to care about making a fine distinction between that which is speculation and that which is fact.

Good manners - the longer I live the more convinced I am of it - are a priceless insurance against failure and loneliness. And anyone can have them.

Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.

The driving force behind the liberal counter-offensive in Europe has been a reaction against irresponsibility.

Truth is relative, and there is always something missing in truth that prevents it from being perfect.

I have been laid up with intentional flu.

Every child should try everything: sport, music, art, mathematics; they can do it all. Copying and competition are now seen as twin evils, but they are both useful tools.

I want to do drawings which touch some people... In either figure or landscape I wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow.